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Request: Can you write an imagine how Harry comes back from wherever he was and missed you so much he gives you no time to speak before he enters you? 

((I’ll add a little picture weyhey))

"(Y/N)? Babe, where are you?" Harry called throughout the flat. "Hazza’s home," he continues in a low voice, a bit embarrassed by the childish nickname. "Baaabe," he drawls before bumping chest with you. Your hands clutch onto his shoulders from the impact. "Whoops," he murmurs. His green eyes study you for a moment, checking for change in your features. He stops at your parted lips, ready for his to touch. So he does, dropping his bags on the floor and wrapping you in a tight embrace. You both smile in unison as butterflies and nervous energy bubble up. He pulls away an inch to kiss down your jaw and to your neck. His kisses aren’t quick and lustful, they’re slow, making sure to give every inch of skin attention. "Harry…," you moan, tugging at the nape of his hair that grazed his collar. He tosses his shirt off and carries you to the bedroom in one swift moment. You go back to kissing him, undressing him as he does the same for you. His fingers travel to your heat once your underwear is off. His cold fingers press down on your warm clit, omitting a long moan out of you and Harry. "You’re so wet, love," he purrs, nose nuzzling your own. His breath falls over your face as he kisses your forehead while also rubbing his tip along your folds. "Harry get in me!" you demand, attempting to buck your hips from underneath him. Harry’s too ready for you to tease, so in seconds, you feel Harry plunge into your entrance, immediately filling you up. He gives you fifteen seconds to adjust before thrusting in a moderately slow pace. "Faster!" you moan, wrapping your legs around Harry’s middle. He obliges. going deeper, faster, and rougher. Your moans become uncontrollable, bouncing off the walls and mingling with Harry’s loud groans. His hair begins to flop, practically fanning your flushed skin. "(Y/N), uggh…" He’s close by the way his thrust began to get sloppy, you right behind him. You claw at his back as he speeds up even more, hitting your g-spot repeatedly. You scream out in pleasure, seeing stars. "That’s r-right b-babe," Harry stutters. "W-who’s making ya feel t-this way?" With one final power thrust, you both climax together and moan one another’s name. "Jesus Harry," you sigh. Harry waits until he’s completely soft to pull out. He rolls you on top of him, staring at you while he catches his breath. "I love you," he whispers, half-heartedly kissing your lips. "I love you, too," you reply. "And welcome back!" His smile is the last thing you see before your eyes droop closed. You fall asleep in your boyfriend’s arms, content that he’s home to keep you warm and whole in the morning.

A/N: This is my 4th shot at smut, so tell me what you thought here please? x